Here we gather under the ominous clang of reducing velocity.
Who knew that a different invariant mass would be relevant in these initiation rites?
We toast with glasses filled to the brim with evaporating emotions.
Did you ever feel time stretch between willingness and apathy?
Remember that day? The kittens raced past the black holes, tantalizingly unaware.
Sing, fellow conspirators, to the entropy that seizes us in its playful grip!